Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 1517. Relaxing The Beauty.

Over the subsequent four months, Yasenia focused on soothing Tatyana. She avoided any sexual activities during this period. After all, such things wouldn't assist someone like Tatyana greatly. Instead, Yasenia remained by her side, removed the [Care Of A Mother] belt, and let Tatyana savor the warmth and happiness from Yasenia's companionship and the child about to be born.

Within just the first month, Tatyana’s eyes returned to normal. 

During the second month, Tatyana started showing faint smiles again. 

By the third month, Tatyana began laughing once more, teasing Yasenia and the like. 

As the fourth month dawned, Yasenia was abruptly pulled into a chamber and thoroughly drained of all her essence for the next three months.

Reclining on her back, Yasenia felt too indolent to stir. The bed, plush enough to prevent discomfort to Yasenia’s tail, comfortably held both women. Tatyana rested her head on Yasenia’s shoulder, her fingers softly stroking Yasenia’s greatly distended belly. 

“Hm… Little Treasure.”

“Yeah?” Yasenia replied lazily, her tone deep and alluring. That one word nearly ignited Tatyana's desire anew. 

Fortunately, having just finished their passion, she wasn't overly parched. Gazing at the twin summits that gently yet solidly spread outward, Tatyana inquired, “Isn’t your belly too big?”

Yasenia looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, if you're laying an egg, your belly now seems a bit… too alarming. Right?” 

Truthfully, Tatyana harbored some concern. She was aware Yasenia’s innate flexibility exceeded that of ordinary women. Even as a mortal, Tatyana had employed sizable customized tools to pleasure her. Thus, she understood precisely how resilient her Little Treasure was. 

Still, Yasenia’s belly appeared excessively massive! 

Hearing Tatyana’s concern, our dragoness peered downward, past her bare breasts. “It might be, but… It doesn’t matter.” 

Tatyana furrowed her brow, then comprehended. ‘No matter the hardship of delivery, she’s resolved to bring this child forth, isn’t she?’ 

With that realization, Tatyana’s thoughts dove into intricate computations, seeking a formation to aid Yasenia. Birth was among the hardest processes to support or alter. 

Any female cultivator, irrespective of race, forfeited their full cultivation base during childbirth. Hence, influencing energies had to be utterly mild, incapable of harming even a regular mortal. 

Indeed, should a female cultivator perish mid-birth, no Demigod status or otherwise could save her; death would claim her. 

Naturally, with a single breath of life remaining, post-birth, cultivation would swiftly restore, flooding the body with vigor. 

Yasenia turned her gaze aside, her indolent golden eyes softly outlining Tatyana’s refined features. She offered a tender smile and pressed her lips to Tatyana’s cheek. “Don’t overthink it, Tatyana. With external protection, I’m completely assured nothing will befall either of us.” 

Tatyana nipped Yasenia’s lip, questioning amid the bite. “How do you know that, hm? This is essentially the inaugural birth for your species.”

“That’s why I am confident.” Yasenia slid her lip free with her tongue and grinned. “I, progenitor of my race, won’t falter at the core duty. This, I vow.”

Tatyana saw Yasenia’s golden eyes brimming with brilliance. Bathing in their glow felt like soaking in a soothing spring, easing her tension. “By the way, I forgot to mention. That fresh energy orb in your Dantian from my Yin Energy is a Seventh Realm dragon’s Beast Core. You can glean much from it.” 

Yasenia blinked, then eyed Tatyana oddly. “You didn’t seize it from someone while I was absent, did you?” 

Tatyana arched her slender brow, red eyes flashing defiance. “What if I did? Will you discipline this Empress?” 

Yasenia’s heart fluttered. Without this enormous belly, she’d have pinned this woman down until her legs quivered helplessly! 

Tatyana chuckled. In their recent intimacies, she’d taken the lead in motion. Not due to Yasenia’s immobility, but her motions felt clumsy then. Thus, Tatyana’s activity suited them best. 

Tatyana sighed contentedly. “Honestly, intimacy with a pregnant futanari offers an entirely novel thrill.” 

Now, Yasenia’s curiosity peaked. “Tell me, where does the word 'Futanari' originate? It always strikes me as… alien? Our tongue lacks that term.” 

Tatyana giggled at the query. “From other civilizations, naturally. Traversing the universe, I encountered various… peculiar beings. Though I slew them all eventually, our time together taught me much. Their customs intrigued me, so I retained such words.” 

Yasenia murmured thoughtfully. “For example?” 

Tatyana winked playfully. “I know a term you’d despise fiercely.” 

“Which one?” 

“Netorare.” 

Yasenia cocked her head. “What’s that?” 

Tatyana burst into laughter and elucidated. Once finished, Yasenia’s expression darkened. “Ho? So you’ve picked up such concepts, have you?” 

The shift in Yasenia’s gaze and intensity sent a thrill of peril through Tatyana. Her instinct proved spot on! 

Yasenia rolled her sideways, then impaled her with tail and rigid dragon length. Tatyana huffed, her form yielding. “Weren’t we resting?” 

Yasenia nibbled her ear. “Rest comes after your punishment for knowing that word.” 

Thus, Tatyana endured blissful chastisement for a full day more. 

At its close, Tatyana panted heavily, hips spasming wildly. ‘Heavens, punishment can be so exquisite. Next, I’ll mention Netorase. I dread—and crave—what she’ll do!’ 

After cuddling and whispering endearments, Tatyana effortlessly bore Yasenia to the bath. “By the way, Little Treasure.” 

“Hm~?” 

Lounging against Tatyana amid her ministrations, Yasenia refused to budge. Tatyana gazed at her, hands tirelessly kneading. “In these final years, will you remain homebound, nowhere else?” 

Yasenia met Tatyana’s eyes and beamed. “That’s the intention. Rest easy. I promise, barring dire need, I won’t depart Aunty Xianlan’s cave.”  

Tatyana nodded, tension easing. She raised it now because instinct might drive a bonding-lacking dragoness to flee and craft a solitary emergency nest. 

This urge was subconscious, nearly irresistible. Hence, the promise ensured Yasenia would alert her first. 

Tatyana chuckled inwardly. ‘Caring for a gravid dragon brims with delight and anxiety.’ 

Soon after, Tatyana emerged cradling fully attired Yasenia, tail wrapped round her waist and leg. 

Witnessing Tatyana bearing a purring, blissed-out Yasenia, everyone exhaled in relief. The crisis past, normalcy restored, joy filled them. 

Even among company, Yasenia craved embraces and kisses excessively, clinging spoiled in Tatyana’s hold. 

This version of Yasenia melted hearts, clutching them tight. Luan Feixue whispered, cheeks aflame. “Master is so cute…” 

Ao Xianlan nodded vigorously in accord. 

Meanwhile, Lady First queried. “How fares your practice of the three techniques I imparted?” 

Yasenia lapped Tatyana’s neck, drawling lazily. “Ask Mom. I’ve drilled them countless times these past months.” 

Tatyana reminisced those moments, zoning out briefly. Moments later, she murmured. “Hm… Should I whisk her away? Her motions, smile, eyes… Ugh. Wetness returns. Good thing my undergarments self-cleanse.” 

The brazen whisper confirmed solid advancement to Lady First. “I’ll test post-birth. Meanwhile, about your Dual Cultivation Technique. Mine’s superior; I could share it.” 

Tatyana grinned, replying. “No need. Hers suffices powerfully.” 

“Certain?” Lady First arched a brow skeptically. “I possess several Ancient Ranked Dual Cultivation Techniques.” 

Tatyana caught the lure, but nothing rivaled [Celestial Maiden Ascends To The Heavens]. She firmly rebuffed. 

Curiosity stirred. “Its name?” 

“Can’t say.” Tatyana smiled. “You’d covet it. Your caliber surely knows it.” 

Lady First sighed softly, head shaking. “Fine, you prevail. No more prying. Yet, ignorant of it, efficient Dual Cultivation tutelage eludes me. Only direct practice with me, but that’s impossible.” 

Tatyana beamed. “Fear not. I’ll instruct when she nears my level. My Dual Cultivation mastery is unparalleled.” 

Lady First paused astonished, recalling the Death Empress’s [Love Law] feat. 

Thus, she dropped it, turning to Yasenia with fundamentals of allure, beauty, etc. 

Though nestled spoiled in Tatyana’s arms, Yasenia listened intently, querying confusions. 

They observed something then. Every few minutes, Yasenia produced a divine-scented treat and devoured it. 

By hour’s end, hunger gnawed all, despite no sustenance need. Star Forge blurted. “Young Miss, cease tormenting us with your feasts! I itch to smack that face when you do.” 

Yasenia chortled, gesturing. The table brimmed with her culinary delights. No politeness required, they ravaged the spread voraciously. Everyone knew Yasenia’s storage treasures hid hillocks of food! 

In this relaxed fashion, time flew, and Yasenia’s hormones surged to life.